MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
40. Enter the Treatment Room
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Diagnosed positively, a chest X-ray and Rian's blood test showed my son had pneumonia.
Caused by viruses or bacteria that enter the respiratory to settle in his lungs, it may occur at the time or after following family swimming activities, not really yesterday but in the past 2 days.
Because the condition is quite serious, high fever and shortness of breath, finally the specialist doctor referred my son to immediately undergo hospitalization at the Hospital for the next few days or depending on the progress of his recovery. Where during the treatment, Rian will be given antibiotics and body fluids through the infusion, and also oxygen to help his breathing.
Oma Laras could not help but cry to see her beloved granddaughter finally placed on one of the Hospital's treatment beds. While I...
This isn't the first time my twins have been hospitalized at the hospital.
Not the first time we released him alone in the sterile treatment room there, ready to be infused to even oxygen hose, only able to fill in the pain without us allowed to accompany and provide comfort...who would feel the most sadness, anxiety, and fear if not me as Rian's only biological parent?
I gloomily walked away from my relatives in the waiting room, including Evita, and he still seemed awkward putting himself in the middle of the current situation between us and Rian. Because this is the first time for my wife to be directly involved in the process of examination and treatment of Rian at the Hospital.
I pointed a swing of footsteps away from the nursery, hiding in a corner of a quiet hallway at the end of the hallway of the children's ward, where I dared to shed my restrained sobs...
It's sad to feel. My tears flowed uncontrollably on my cheeks. Rian is just a 4-year-old kid. Compact and fragile, having to endure his pain every time it strikes. Whose heart is able to see such a small and weak child must always fight like no end against every pain of his disease?
I've lost a loved one once, left for all eternity. With the risk factor of Rian's health condition that is difficult to stabilize throughout his 4-year life, I am gamang. Always worried that Rian might be knocked out of my hand again, disappearing from my life.
"Bang Hari's..."
Shrinking sobs, I looked back. Not having time to hide these tears that had been caught by Evita's sight, had stood upright not far from my stand. I turned.
"Evita..." The sound that is heard is nasal because the fluid fills the nasal cavity due to crying. While trying to look strong, trying to smile but it could not, I finally decayed as soon as Evita came to me and put both hands around my waist. Hugged very tightly...
Divorce tears without hesitation or embarrassment in her arms. I reveal all those complaints to him that from now on I will make him the place where I rest and complain in terms of Rian's pain, because it turns out he wants to make himself like this for me.
"The infusion and the oxygen hose look terrible, Evita," Isakku, while burying his head deeper in my wife's neck, "If he can't take it. I'm just."
Sadness that is difficult to be assured if it is related to Rian and his pain, such as the severe pain of Pneumonia that he is currently experiencing.
"Rian will be fine, bang Day, trust me." Evita emphasizes the hand holding her, "Rian is a strong boy. And full of spirit. Don't be so sad, brother should be as excited as Rian."
Hours from morning to evening before night at 6:30 at this time, he did not want to leave this place. Staying with him even though he was only more often silent in the middle of me and some relatives who took the time to come to see the sick condition of Rian.
I kept paying silent attention to Evita. Because she is my wife now and at all times as a connecting mother to Rian.
But because his father and mother were more fluent and active in taking care of my son during his stay here all day, until the oma herself who holds my son or holds my son, finally Evita can only present herself without much talk.
"Mom told us to go home. Is bang Hari going home? I know that Hari hasn't had enough sleep since yesterday..."
Evita's sentence made me momentarily ring her last words in the car this morning which stated that she rejected me and that for the second time. No more, no more, no more, Evita said, and I can quite understand what my wife wants.
Then respond to me before actually ending our conversation on that theme: "Alright, we'll talk about it later."
Evita forgave me too, it needs to be discussed further. Will he purely forgive me without making any demands, or.or better.for the satisfaction of his mind, he just put the demands on me. Satisfaction of the mind that will be able to cover the anger and non-acceptance of my actions to him.
Well, I'll advise Evita to file the suit myself.
"I'm not getting enough sleep, but I think I can just rest and sleep here. I'm not going home tonight."
My words sounded more like Evita's mumbling on her neck. This is one part of the form of veiled sulking attitude. Evita stretched us without taking off her arms, I inevitably raised my head, my wife looked at my face especially my eyes were attentive,
"Go home first." His whisper while nodding once, "Rest and sleep at home. Better there, not here. Here bang Day will not be able to rest comfortably. It could even be getting less sleep."
The corner of the hallway where we were and stood was very hidden and barely touched by the eyes of the people around. Hugging Evita's hand around my waist as she stroked slowly the bottom of my back, feeling so romantic and touching. It's a desire for him to kiss me or I'll do it. Unfortunately he then ended the hug as soon as I shook my head.
"Wherever I go, I'll never be comfortable. As long as Rian was still lying there, and as long as his body was still in such pain."
My eyes wet again, looking at Evita.
Transmitted by the pain I felt, Evita looked back at me with teary eyes. In a glittering glare, Evita's hands stretched out again but this time grabbed my neck, softly and slowly very close to the surface of my lips, very real disregard for the surroundings, very real,
"When did I fall in love with you, bang? Since then..." She was very brave to do so, lightly sweeping her lips to the surface of my lips, as if knowing full well this husband was in need of this contact.
"With..." The flow in my blood rippled as Evita braverly advanced an inch further touching down us, making light movements there but still feeling erotic, I could not deny this was enough to cover my sadness.
Finally, because it is supported by the situation that is believed to be safe to control, plus I like what Evita is doing and feel the need to respond, then all of you just hold Evita's hip, pull her tight to my body, and then I feel her, this further enhances the sensual sensation for both of us.
More than able to pull over for a moment of turmoil will hurt Rian...
"Since the incident I have seen you crying tears on the side of your sister's headstone that you are wiping out lovingly... It was at that moment that I first felt that very strong feeling.
Seeing you cry exactly like you just now, I was so anxious that I put my hands on you like my brother and sister did, giving them comfort to you.
I actually can't... Susaahs. Too reluctant. Too shy. There's no courage..."
"I love you so much, bang Hari. Never felt so loving like this.
Go home for a while, rest at home. For my sake, for Rian's sake, always be healthy for all of us. Come home, I'll take the car. Or do we just take a taxi? The back-up team brother is ready to stand-bye koq to keep Rian here while the brother comes home. Hm? Okay?"
I did not even have time to smile because immediately with the same courage, Evita showered my lips with light kisses.
From kissing the origin, then he increases the level of channeling desire. Bite him and pulled my lower lip before then he summarized my mouth.Pending me to kiss, then we kissed no longer care about the situation.
Around we are quiet, but 5 floors up there, this RS building has many pairs of eyes...
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